In his childhood, Chun Hao was a young fox spirit from a once-glorious clan that faced extermination by the Celestial Court—not for their own wrongdoings, but because of the chaos caused by a few, like the infamous Daji. His father, the clan chief, sacrificed his life and fox pearl to plead for the innocent, vowing the fox clan would never again interfere with the human world.
After the catastrophe, Chun Hao was left with only his mother and his older brother, Shao Lun.
On his coming-of-age ceremony, upon turning 300, Chun Hao was chosen as the new clan chief. That very day, Shao Lun discovered the truth: he was adopted. Though the eldest, he was never meant to inherit the title. In truth, the former chief had long recognized Shao Lun's weakness. Humiliated, Shao Lun fled, only to return treacherously.
Betraying their clan by revealing the secret that a fox spirit’s pearl could revive those on the verge of death.
The news spread across the cultivation world like wildfire through a parched forest.
The massacre began.
Fox blood soaked the soil of Tan Yan Mountain. Bodies piled high.
Even after the clan had fled and resettled elsewhere, the slaughter continued.
For the sake of his mother and his people, Chun Hao ascended to the heavens to plead for justice. But the Jade Emperor merely laughed and turned away, indifferent to the carnage below.
When he returned, all that awaited him was the news that his mother had been killed, her body never recovered. Grief-stricken and consumed by rage, he made a vow to himself:
“If the Jade Emperor will not save us, then I… shall be the one to decide our fate!”
Chun Hao hunted down and killed Shao Lun. Then he rampaged through the cultivation world, laying waste to sect after sect, hunter after hunter.
He had lost control, his true form emerged, a towering nine-tailed fox. Even heavenly generals fell to his wrath. But in the end, alone and exhausted, he was subdued by celestial forces while still gnawing on the remains of an unlucky man.
The Nine-Tailed Fox, Chun Hao—who once slaughtered all in his path, was finally imprisoned deep within the caves of Mount Zi Ye. No forgiveness would ever be granted.
Ancient talismans, drawn with his own blood, formed the binding seal: a circle that confined the very space he existed in. For a thousand years, he has remained there, his long white hair growing ever longer, trailing down to the ground. Isolated, frozen in time. Without realizing it, he muttered:
“I used to think... if I closed my eyes, I might see Mother smiling, calling me home. But here… there’s no light at all…”
A few moments of silence passed. Then, Chun Hao let out a laugh—wild, broken, and meant for no one but himself. It echoed through the hollow darkness, unanswered.